I know I vent on here pretty much everyday but today I need to vent. Maybe not vent, actually. Maybe just ramble on. A load of nonsense.
The last forty eight hours have been
I'm sleep deprived. No, really, the kind of sleep deprived you can't imagine. It's torture. But as I sit and write this, I'm laughing so hard on the inside I want to be sick. You know when you're so tired if you don't laugh until it hurts so bad, you'll break down and sob? Yeah that. But I'm laughing on the inside.
I have a crusty nose. Gross, huh? From blowing it and rubbing it (that sounds so rude, pahahahahahahahahahhaha now I'm laughing on the outside) so much. Gorgeous sexy Charlotte. I tell you what, Ryan Gosling would drop his pants if he could see me right now. Oh what I would give for him to drop his pants. Dirty boy.
The washing machine just beeped to let me know it's finished washing the bed linen. Lil did a massive sick on them early this morning. 4am to be precise. Then she started making lots of animal sounds and went back to sleep. But, washing. I think this is the seventh load in forty eight hours. Uh huh. Seventh. Mouth explosions and bum explosions make for a lot of dirty laundry. Sorry that was TMI, wasn't it. Oh what they hey, we're all in this together. What's a bit of poo between friends? I can't wash my pyjamas and get them dry quick enough, because obviously she wants to vom on me. Or in my hair.
But even though the last few days have been testing, I'm grateful for them. Because what doesn't send you in to a nervous breakdown, makes you stronger right?
Happy Easter everyone. This is the good life.